I have thought of heaven, often, And of hell, Everyone is hurrying to get there, To be in the big rooms with the wide floors, 5 And the carpeting up to your armpits, And the smooth marble corridors As empty as thought. There are no urns to clutter up Your mantelpiece, and to become, by dote, 10 As big as a baboons chest And as blue as his anger. Everyone is hurrying to get there and see Just how big The windowpanes are.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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